127 Hours Page #23

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EXT. HELICOPTER. DAY.

Aron looks at the beautiful white leather seat before he gets

in the back of the helicopter. Surreal. It's a startling

contrast to his Frankenstein, and even now it's not lost on

him.

ARON:

I'm gonna make a terrible mess of

your seat.

PILOT:

Just get in buddy. We're all

looking for you.

The helicopter sucks upwards into the sky leaving Wayne,

Monique, Andy and Erik far below.

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1000 HOURS LATER

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INT. UNDERWATER. DAY.

Underwater. A figure dives in, pulling strong breast strokes

down and towards us. Its Aron, fully recovered after surgery.

Eyes open, he pulls and pulls down through crystal clear,

oxygenated water.

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EXT/INT. HOSPITAL ROOM. DAY.

As the helicopter and gurney staff transfer him into the

medic room he's surrounded by vertical giants as he lies

horizontal for the first time in 6 days.

ARON:

Thank you for bringing me back.

The most senior of the burly men says,

BURLY MAN:

That's all your miracle days used

up kid. You need to rest. You can

stand everyone a beer later.

Aron is greeted by medics. Needles. Care. Machines. Tubes.

ARON:

Will you look after this for me

please?

He opens his fist and there is the small folded up knife.

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INT. UNDERWATER. DAY.

He pulls again releasing a huge chunk of air into a metallic

bubble.

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INT. HOSPITAL ROOM. DAY.

A very soft voice reading.

VOICE (MOM)

...his love, the peace that passeth

all understanding...

ARON:

Mom.

MOM:

My boy. My only one. There you are.

She strokes his head so gently.

ARON:

Hey Mom.

MOM:

How are you feeling?

ARON:

OK. Are you okay...

MOM:

You've been asleep for 2 days. We

are so lucky...

She's a decent woman and a devoted mum. She looks weary, worn

out with worry and love for her boy.

ARON:

Mom, I'm sorry I scared you.

Very soft voice (again) - Aron hears the same words as he

drifts back into drugged rest.

VOICE (MOM)

...his love, the peace that passeth

all understanding...

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INT. UNDERWATER. DAY.

Face underwater. Pull and kick. Wanting oxygen now.

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INT. PRESS CONFERENCE. DAY.

(all of this without

SOUND)

Flash of celebrity. His first press conference. And boy, is

there a lot of press there!

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Aron, of course has his camera with him as he walks out and

takes a snap of the noise and light. We see his still, it's

floor to ceiling, wall to wall journalists.

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EXT. POOL. DAY.

We can see him beneath, swimming along the floor of the pool,

like a diver building lung capacity.

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EXT. VAST CROWD. STADIUM. NIGHT.

The vast crowd again, floodlit, ready to begin their evening.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

In Aron's 4 x 4 somewhere in the endless parking lot outside

the stadium. Rana is wearing glasses, reading an SMS she's

just received.

RANA:

OK - he's got 3 vegetarian hotdogs

and the tickets and he'll be

outside Gate 6 in 5.

ARON:

So are you guys ok with me?

RANA:

Yeah. We split up a while back when

you were in hospital.

ARON:

Christine told me.

RANA:

(always to the point)

Is that what this is about?

ARON:

Yeah.

She laughs at him.

RANA:

What about the climbing?

Aron reaches in his bag and pulls out his scary looking

prosthetic arm / axe. He clinks the points together. She

doesn't laugh, maybe a smile.

78.

RANA (CONT'D)

Solo?

ARON:

I'm gonna finish the 49ers this

winter or next.

RANA:

(to change it)

Well, all I can't figure out is

what took you so long to cut it off

and get one of these.

They both laugh. But he also answers.

ARON:

Rana, before I did it I was

hallucinating, I saw this child, a

little blond boy -

RANA:

(over her glasses)

Not Jesus please...

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